Thanksgiving

I'm not looking forward to Thursday. Thanksgiving. It's not a huge event, consisting of mother, twin, two farm workers, a client (my attorney), Little Dark Creature, myself and about a dozen dogs. My employer may also show up, as his family is on a cruise and he has a soft spot for the little shit machine. (Yay free babysitting!) This will be the first Thanksgiving I will spend with family in six years. It's not just Thanksgiving I haven't been invited to, but every holiday that is traditionally family oriented. I was a little taken aback that I was asked to come. I can only assume it is because the family wants to see, and include, LDC.

I'm not put out that I am not usually invited. In previous years, I would have turned down the offer anyway. Many times I'm on call, or simply don't wish to come. And I know they have a damn good reason for nearly begging me to not attend. I have a nasty little habit of sending someone to the hospital or setting the house on fire at every gathering. I don't go into it with that intention, it just happens. Sometimes it's accidental, usually it's on purpose, always it's impulsive. You can see how this would inconvenience those who want a calm holiday, and why I am not asked to join them.

This Thanksgiving I need to go. I have business to discuss with my attorney, and am going to see if I can convince one of my immediate family members to take ownership of LDC. I also said I was bringing pie. Yeah, I can be all domestic and shit when I need to be. I'm already dreading the facade I'll have to put on to get through the day. Many shots of Jameson will help. Or not.

I'm taking bets as to whether I'm setting the house ablaze or sending a family member on a no expense paid vacation to the E.R.